Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor-Chapter 215: Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor []

As the Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin waited to be fed and then thrown back into the storage soul tool to continue her slumber, Chen Ming suddenly reached out and stroked her grass leaves. At the same time, he extended his spiritual power toward her. Despite being a hundred-thousand-year soul beast with exceptional vitality and mental strength, Ah Yin, in her current weakened state, was unable to resist Chen Ming's spiritual power. In an instant, she was dragged into a surreal mental space.

The mental space was a small room entirely constructed of spiritual energy, resembling a study of about twenty square meters. Bookshelves lined the walls, and one wall featured a window that let in warm sunlight. A pot of Blue Silver Grass sat on the windowsill. Inside the room were a square table and two stools, with a simple teapot resting on the table, emitting faint wisps of steam.

When Ah Yin entered this spiritual world, she initially sensed its illusory nature. But in the next moment, she realized she could no longer distinguish this space from reality.

The air was filled with the fragrance of Blue Silver Grass, and the sunlight streaming through the window was warm and soothing. The teapot on the table emitted a faint aroma of tea, with steam curling from its spout. The table bore faint scratches, and the spines of books on the shelves were neatly labeled with titles.

Everything felt so real—the room, and even her own human-like form.

Ah Yin touched her body, silent for a moment. She pinched her arm and cheeks, feeling the unmistakable reality of the sensations.

Although this form was not her appearance from before her sacrifice—when she looked to be in her thirties—Ah Yin recognized from her features and clothing that this was how she had looked not long after she transformed into human form. Back then, she had just entered the human world, appearing around fifteen years old.

At that time, she had no understanding of what love was, nor had she imagined one day sacrificing herself for someone else. She had been naïve, focused only on cultivation, occasionally helping others in need. She had believed she could achieve the legendary feat of becoming a god in human form—a goal beyond the reach of soul beasts.

Under Chen Ming's calm gaze, Ah Yin absentmindedly walked to the bookshelf, picked out a book, and quickly flipped through it. To her surprise, every page contained actual text—not meaningless scribbles but words that she could read and understand.

The book she had chosen was about medical techniques, describing various treatments for common diseases and methods for handling plagues. The content, though simple, was accurate—a medical text she had never seen before.

Ah Yin found it hard to imagine the level of spiritual mastery required to construct such a realistic and detailed mental space, even in such an unassuming form.

Even as a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, at her peak, with the power of the Blue Silver Grass clan supporting her, she could never have achieved such precision.

"Ahem."

Chen Ming coughed lightly, drawing Ah Yin's attention as she repeatedly flipped through the book in amazement.

This room was part of a memory palace that Chen Ming had constructed during his childhood. The memory palace was a special mnemonic technique from Earth, allowing one to associate memories with specific mental constructs to enhance recall.

When Chen Ming's spiritual power was weaker, this memory palace had been no more than a conceptual aid. But now, with his strengthened spiritual power, the abstract palace he had once imagined had transformed into a tangible spiritual realm.

If not for the absence of a door—only an unopenable window—Ah Yin might have discovered an entire lifelike world outside. This small room was merely a minuscule corner of Chen Ming's vast memory palace.

Hearing the cough, the teenage-looking girl put down the book in her hands and walked stiffly toward Chen Ming. She sat cautiously on a stool across from him, her eyes full of confusion, unsure of what to say.

Although Chen Ming appeared to be just a boy, Ah Yin did not believe he was truly a youth. After witnessing this seemingly real world, she instinctively assumed that Chen Ming was a top-ranked Title Douluo who had reached the pinnacle of soul power and reverted to a youthful appearance. She believed that beneath his youthful exterior lay a heart weathered by countless experiences.

Chen Ming, having heard her thoughts, felt as though he had been thoroughly misunderstood. But his spiritual projection remained calm and serene, betraying none of his inner amusement. Ah Yin had no idea that her thoughts were being so easily read.

After all, this was Chen Ming's spiritual domain, and he was naturally gifted in matters of soul and spirituality. While he had not yet achieved godhood, he was a master of this realm.

If Ah Yin were still in her peak state as a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, or in her form before her sacrifice, she might have faintly sensed something amiss. But in her current weakened condition, even maintaining a human form in this spiritual world was only possible due to Chen Ming's deliberate manipulation. She had no chance of detecting his intrusion into her thoughts.

"Shall we talk?"

Chen Ming picked up the teapot in front of him and poured two cups of tea, one for Ah Yin and one for himself. Staring at the tea, Ah Yin hesitated before picking up the cup and taking a small sip.

The rich aroma of the tea spread across her tongue, its initial bitterness giving way to a subtle sweetness. The taste brought back memories of her past. As the warm tea flowed into her body, Ah Yin felt a surge of vitality—a life force she had long yearned for.

"Senior, greetings. My name is... Ah Yin. I am a hundred-thousand-year soul beast who has already sacrificed herself for another but managed to survive thanks to my racial abilities."

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Ah Yin greeted Chen Ming awkwardly, her gaze full of confusion.

If this had been before her sacrifice, encountering such a mysterious and profound figure would have made her worry about her soul bones being taken. But in her current state, she had no idea what others could possibly want from her.

"You don't need to call me 'senior.' I'm just an ordinary soul master—thirteen years old, turning fourteen in a few months. Your age is countless times my own."

"..."

Hearing Chen Ming's words, Ah Yin's first instinct was to argue that she was still very young. But her next reaction was disbelief.

"You must be joking?"

"I'm not."